She couldn’t just sit idly by and let this unknown condition continue.
“I can’t just think about this now.”
Lea quickly wrote down the side effects she had experienced on a blank sheet of paper. She immersed herself in thought while jotting down all the minute symptoms before she could forget any.
Professor Rams must know something more, she thought. After all, he knew the poison from the Priapos spider could also be used as an aphrodisiac.
“I have to meet the Professor again.”
With that thought, Lea jumped up from her seat.
(This is a time separator.)
Emperor Ileay was in his office, continuing his paperwork. A few knocks sounded, and Lord Rodrigo entered.
“What is it?”
The Emperor set down the fountain pen he was holding.
Rodrigo, adhering to formalities, approached Ileay.
“It’s about Count Heidern’s pharmacist you mentioned earlier.”
“Ah, did you find anything?”
The Emperor’s face lightened up as Rodrigo started talking about Heidern.
“The pharmacist’s name is Lea. She is the youngest to pass the pharmacist exam and is from Tren. Her first assignment is with Count Heidern.”
Just an ordinary commoner’s name. Ileay held his chin, unimpressed by Rodrigo’s unexciting report.
“But there is one peculiar thing. The pharmacist recently met with Professor Rams alone.”
“Professor Rams?”
The Emperor’s eyes sparkled with interest. Rams was a renowned figure even the Emperor knew.
“It seems like she met with Rams on the Count’s orders.”
The Emperor’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if agreeing with Rodrigo’s speculation.
“That’s likely. Do you have her portrait or background?”
“Yes, here it is.”
Feeling somewhat uneasy, Ileay picked up the report Rodrigo handed over.
He scanned through the text detailing her life as an orphan from birth. His gaze finally fell on Lea’s portrait.
A fair face, distinctive features, and flowing red hair. Lastly, the captivating green eyes, where Ileay’s gaze froze.
‘This woman…’
She was certainly someone he had encountered before.
On the day he had gone to investigate human trafficking in the capital, he had saved her as she sat collapsed in a deep alley, about to be seized by some men.
‘So she was at the Imperial Palace…’
He had thought she was just one among many palace women when they met at the palace. But it even felt a little familiar at the time.
A bitter smile crept onto Ilei’s lips. He set down the report he had been holding onto the desk.
“What is Professor Rams’ main field of study?”
Suddenly, Ilei became curious about Professor Rams, whom Duke Rodrigo had mentioned.
“He mainly studies rare herbs. Particularly, he has done a lot of research on poisonous herbs.”
“He studies poisonous herbs, not just herbs?”
It couldn’t be that the Duke’s apothecary had simply met Rams to broaden his knowledge in herbology.
Certainly, this was deeply related to the Duke.
‘What could it be? The reason why Akia’s apothecary had to meet a poison expert.’
Upon hearing the words “poisonous herb research,” Ilei became completely alert.
‘Akia was not weak from birth.’
Akia was not frail, at least not while her mother, the late Empress, was alive. But she started to gradually fall ill after the Empress died.
And ultimately, her condition worsened to the point where she could not succeed the throne, and she left the palace.
‘I have a bad feeling.’
A nagging sense of missing something crucial. Ilei, who was flicking his fingers on the desk, looked at the Duke.
“Duke, where is Rams now?”
Ilei’s face froze like a sheet of ice.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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